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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
UT,
Skarface,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.