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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.