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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.