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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Q65,
Monolake,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
MC5,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.