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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.