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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Organ,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.