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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.