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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.