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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Q65,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.