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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
cv313,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.