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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.