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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.