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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.