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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.