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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
June Days,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Can,
Urselle,
Unwound,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.