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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.