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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.