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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Deakin,
AZ,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.