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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.