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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.