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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.