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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Ronan,
ABC,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.