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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Slave,
The Residents,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Japan,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.