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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.