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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.