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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.