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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Pole,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.