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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.