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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 snare 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.