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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.