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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.