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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
John Cale,
X-101,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.