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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Fear,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.