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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.