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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
New Order,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.