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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
X-101,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.