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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.