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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Brick,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.