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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.