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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.