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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.