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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.