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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Mars,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.