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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.