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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Rakim,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.