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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Franke to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.