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 New Zealand 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.