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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
AZ,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.