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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Swans,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.