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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.