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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.