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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Lyres 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.