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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.