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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.