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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.