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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.