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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.