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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.