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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.