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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Wings,
Shoche,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
UT,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.