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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.