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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.