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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
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 Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Skarface,
Mars,
The Slits,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.