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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.