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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.