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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.