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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The Smiths to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Visage,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.