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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.