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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.