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 Vietnam 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.