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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Model 500,
EPMD,
The Move,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.