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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Brick,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.