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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.