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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Wings,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.