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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.