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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.