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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Urselle,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Franke,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.