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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.