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 Swaziland 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.