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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.