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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.