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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.