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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
MC5,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.