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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.