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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.