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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Index,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.