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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.