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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.