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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.