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 Malawi and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Neu!,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.