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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.