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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.