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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.