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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.