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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.