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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.