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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.