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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.