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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.