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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.