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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Ultravox,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.