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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Television,
Niagra,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.