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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.