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 Liberia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.