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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates 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?
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.