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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.