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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Fear,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
MDC,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.