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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Echospace,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.