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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Wake to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lyres 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Mars,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.