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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.