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 Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Visage,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.