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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.