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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.