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 Ghana 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Germs to the crunk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
The Index,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.