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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Can,
MDC,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.