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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.