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 Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.