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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
UT,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.