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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 808 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.