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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
MDC,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.