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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.