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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
June Days,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Television,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.