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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red 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?
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.