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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.