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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Colin Newman 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.