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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.