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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.