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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.