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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.