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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.