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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.