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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Wings,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.