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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.