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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.