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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.