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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.