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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.