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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Cameo,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.