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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.