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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.