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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.