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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.