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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.