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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.