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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Gong,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.