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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.