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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.