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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.