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 South and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Motions,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.