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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.