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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.