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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.