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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.