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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.