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 Laos 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.