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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.