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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.