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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.