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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Can,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.