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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.