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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 güiro 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Fear,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.