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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.