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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Oneida,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.