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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.