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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.