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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.