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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
JFA,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.