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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.