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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.