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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.