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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.