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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.