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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
June Days,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.