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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.