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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.