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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Television,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.