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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.