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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.