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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.