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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.