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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Can,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.