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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.