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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.