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 Nigeria 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.