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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Gong,
Technova,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.