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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Nas to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.