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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.