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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.