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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.