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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 UT to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.