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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.