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 France and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Wire,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.