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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
DNA,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.