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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Qualms,
Mars,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.