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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
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.