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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.