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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the rock 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.