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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.