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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Fear,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.