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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
June Days,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.