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 Ivory Coast 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Evens to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.