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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.