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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.