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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.