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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
DNA,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.