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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
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 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.