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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.