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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
New Order,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.