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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.