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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Pylon,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.