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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.