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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.