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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 a-ha to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.