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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Television,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.