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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.