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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter 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 grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.