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 France and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
10cc,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.