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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.