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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Pole,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Neu!,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.