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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.