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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.