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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.