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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Qualms,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.