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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.