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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Japan,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.