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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Unrelated Segments 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Rakim,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.