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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.