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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
John Holt,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.