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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.