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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.