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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.