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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
The Move,
Faraquet,
AZ,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.