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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Franke,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.