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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.