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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
cv313,
ABC,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.