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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.