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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.