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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.