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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Smog,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.