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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s 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 Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.