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 Uganda and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.