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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.