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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.