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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Brick,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.