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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.