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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.