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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.