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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.