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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.