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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.