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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Can,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
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.