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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.