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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Wire,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Slave,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.