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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.