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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.