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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 John Coltrane 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.