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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.