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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.