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 Taiwan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.