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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.