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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.