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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.