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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.