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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.