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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.