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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Television,
DNA,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.