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 India and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Aswad,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.