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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Brick,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.