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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.