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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.