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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.