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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.