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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.