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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.