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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.