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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.