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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.