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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
MDC,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.