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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.