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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.