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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Nico,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.