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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Index,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.