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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.