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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.