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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
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.