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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
MDC,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.