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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.