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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.