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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Stooges to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.