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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.