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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.