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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Faust,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
The Motions,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.