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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.