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 Antigua and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
UT,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.