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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.