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 Gabon 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.