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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.