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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.