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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.