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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.