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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
The Martian,
the Association,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.