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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Moleskins,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Main Source,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.