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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.