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 Liberia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.