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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.