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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.