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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.