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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.