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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.