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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.