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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Faust 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.