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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.