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 Barbados and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.