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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.