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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.