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 Slovakia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.