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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.