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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
ABC,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.