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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Skaos,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.