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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.