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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.