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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Fear,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.