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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.