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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.