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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.