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 Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.