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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Monks to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.