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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
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.