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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.