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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.