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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.