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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.