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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.