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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.