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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.