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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.