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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.