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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Index,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.