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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.