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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding 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?
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.