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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.