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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.