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 Bahrain 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.