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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.