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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.