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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 EPMD 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.