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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
The Cure,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Mars,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.