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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.