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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.