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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.