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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.