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 Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.