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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
KRS-One,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.