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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.