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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
JFA,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.