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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.