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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.