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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.