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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.