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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.