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 Bolivia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Rakim 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
10cc,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.