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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.