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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.