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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.