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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Franke,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.