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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.