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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.