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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.