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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.