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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.