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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.