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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.