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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Index,
The Evens,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.