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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.