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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.