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 Namibia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.