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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Fat Boys 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.