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 India and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Cameo,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.