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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Pole,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.