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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.