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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.