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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Monks,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.