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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Q65,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
The Index,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Japan,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.