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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.