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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.