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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
10cc,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.