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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Interpol to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.