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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.