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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.