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 Antigua and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.