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 India and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Order to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Nas,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.