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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.