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 India and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.