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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.