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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.