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 United Kingdom 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Slave,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.