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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.