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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.