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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.