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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.