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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.