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 France and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.