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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.