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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.