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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Qualms 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.