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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Monks,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.