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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Selecter to the disco 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.