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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lightning Bolt 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
the Association,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.