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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.