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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Misunderstood 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
the Association,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Mars,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.