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 United States and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.