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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.