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 Laos 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.