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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.