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 Malawi and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.