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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 808 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.