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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.