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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.