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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.