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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.