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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.