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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.