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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.