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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.