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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Gong,
Ituana,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.