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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.