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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.