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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.