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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.