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 India and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.