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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.