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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.