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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.