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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.