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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.