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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.