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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.