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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.