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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.