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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.