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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.