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 Samoa 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.