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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Trojans to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.