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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.