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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.