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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.