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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.