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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.