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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.