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 Tanzania 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The United States of America to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.