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 Thailand and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
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.