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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.