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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.