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 Liberia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.