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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
DNA,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.