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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.