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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.