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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.