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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.