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 Malta and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.