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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.