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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.