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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.