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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
ABC,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.