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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.