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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.