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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.