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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.