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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.