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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Mars,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.