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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.