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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Motions,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.