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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.