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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Wings,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.