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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.