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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Wings,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Television,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.