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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
AZ,
The Busters,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.