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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Scan 7 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.