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 Peru and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
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.