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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.