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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.