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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.