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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.