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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.