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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Wings,
Monks,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.