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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.