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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Fear,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.