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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.