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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.