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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.