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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.