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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.