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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.