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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.