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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.