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 El Salvador 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.