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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
ABC,
Make Up,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Faust,
Wings,
Television,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.