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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.