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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark 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.