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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.