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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.