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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Nas,
Swans,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.