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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Q65,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.