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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.