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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.