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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.