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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.