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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 Manchester and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.