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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.