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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Fortunes to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.