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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.