Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by CMW. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
X-101,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.